Bluejays
Busy bluejays fly from tree to tree,
Straight and purposeful as arrows
As if knowing where they’re going,
Knowing the snow is coming,
Choosing to stay;
Choosing to be free;
Struggling, hoping
Toward the coming spring
When life will be renewing,
Oblivious to our struggling
To have more than the bluejay has.
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